Luo Tao's words were like a wake-up call to them. In the past few days, I had blended in with the outer sect disciples, and they had gradually straightened their backs. If I were to be defeated, seriously injured, or even decapitated, the hope of becoming an outer sect disciple would be completely destroyed.
Could it be that Grandmaster Chen was afraid of Young Master Zhang?
At that moment, not only the disciples, but also the audience's eyes fell on Grandmaster Chen. The latter was staring at the arena intently.
In a short while, my upper body turned red. I was at the end of my rope. This guy's Qi Jin had completely surpassed the realm of Inward Force. It had reached the late stage of Transforming Strength.
"Two hundred moves. Not bad, not bad. But it's over!" Zhou Zi 'ang smiled playfully. He stomped his feet and flew into the air.
"Whirlwind Sweeping Kick!"
Zhou Zi 'ang shouted. He didn't want to drag on like this. If he broke the previous record, he would lose face.
Then, he changed his leg technique in mid-air. His legs were as fast as lightning, and each move was as smooth as flowing water. Compared to his fist technique and palm technique, his leg technique was the real killer move.
Suddenly, a solid Qi Jin flew out from the tip of his feet. A strong murderous intent enveloped me.
My first reaction was to dodge.
"Boom!"
The marble table not far behind me was directly broken into two halves. The air was filled with a burning smell.
"Hiss." Everyone's faces tightened. What kind of power was that?
It was too terrifying.
At that moment, Master Wang, who was at the judges' table, waved his hand. On the first arena, a Qi Jin barrier was condensed, glowing with a faint light.
Zhou Zi 'ang's follow-up leg strength quickly drilled into the barrier. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.
After witnessing this scene, the few big shots subconsciously looked at each other. They couldn't hide the envy in their eyes. Wang Zhen's small performance had already reached a level that they could only dream of.
Only Grandmaster Chen remained calm. This was a small domain created by the condensation of the power system. In order to break through the domain, one had to be at the same level or even one level higher.
For more than a hundred years, there was only one person who could use Qi-Jin to such an extent. One could imagine how terrifying Wang Zhen's strength was. He truly deserved the title of the number one expert in Hua Xia.
Obviously, Wang Zhen had considered many aspects. Zhou Zi 'ang's leg technique was too domineering, including the force that surged out, it had terrifying destructive power. The arena was built with special stone materials, so it could withstand it. If it landed on the ground, it would definitely send sand and pebbles flying. It would be bad if someone was injured.
"The two young fellows on the stage, give it your all. There's no need to worry." Wang Zhen raised his voice by a few decibels. His voice was very penetrating.
The audience had a look of lingering fear on their faces. Even from a distance, they could feel the terrifying aftermath of the first arena. Fortunately, they were twenty to thirty meters away. Earlier, there were people who were complaining that they were too far away and that it wasn't satisfying to watch, so they wanted to sit at the side of the arena.
Luckily, they didn't do that. If they were affected by the shockwaves, they would have died on the spot.
"It's not a good idea to keep hiding like this. I still want to win the championship. Originally, I wanted to keep some trump cards. After all, the True Martial Seven Skills is an extremely aggressive martial art. Normally, it needs a sword to be used. But now, I don't have a sword. However, after a few days of research, I have a bold idea: I can use the Earth Energy to transform into the shape of a sword.
"Damn it! I can't care so much." I made up my mind and activated the remaining internal force in my body. I followed the instructions of the first form of the True Martial Seven Skills and tried it for the first time!
The True Martial Seven Skills was Zhang Zhenren's life's work. It was a combination of many elements and hundreds of martial arts, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. The True Martial Seven Skills was created after Zhang Zhenren had familiarized himself with hundreds of martial arts and got rid of the impurities.
There were only seven forms in total, but they were enough for me to stand out from the crowd. With my powerful internal force, I should be able to use the first two forms.
Different from the continuous bursts of punching skills, each movement of the Seven Skills of True Martial Arts was an independent martial art, which could be performed separately or as a whole. Of course, the effect was not as simple as one plus one equals two.
With the activation of the True Martial Seven Skills, my body was surrounded by a faint blue light. Although it was not obvious, it still gave people a visual impact.
"Damn it! Is he going to fight back?"
"Don't be surprised. This is just the fifth cycle of the Yi Jin Jing. It won't be able to cause any trouble."
"I told you. Zhou Zi'ang is going to win."
"The top talent of Gyeongbu Hall is indeed unshakable."
While they were talking, some of the big shots had strange expressions on their faces. They suddenly felt a force coming from the little guy, which was so strong that it made them feel uneasy.
Soon, rays of blue light turned into specks of starlight. Following that, a rain of swords rained down from the sky, enveloping the entire arena. It could be said that it was all-pervasive.
"What the hell?!" Zhou Zi 'ang furrowed his brows in astonishment. A surge of energy surged around him to protect him.
The next moment, the rain of swords fell on his energy. "Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle."
After a series of strange sounds, the swords penetrated his defense. Even though Zhou Zi'ang kept pouring his energy into his body, he could not maintain it.
After he lost his defense, the rain of swords entered his body. Suddenly, he felt a tearing pain in his internal organs.
The feeling of his blood boiling made Zhou Zi 'ang a little dizzy. He felt a sweetness in his throat and almost spat out blood. However, in order to save his face, he forcefully swallowed it down. However, many people saw the slight trembling of his throat.
After taking this attack, he had lost at least thirty percent of his combat power. My heart was pounding. This was only the first move and it was already so powerful. If I used the second move, wouldn't he be smashed into pieces?
Although I had recovered from my disadvantage, I found that the internal energy needed for the Seven Skills of True Martial was too great. Just the first move had consumed sixty percent of my internal energy. Moreover, my muscles were in an unusually tense state. This was not a good sign. Just like last time, when Blood Demon used my body to fight with the two big shots, I almost died.
I was a little hesitant whether I should continue to use the second move or not. Honor and life were obviously more important. However, it seemed that I had no choice now. I secretly glanced at those big shots and found that they couldn't hide the fear in their eyes. I knew that I might be exposed.
Although the Seven Skills of True Martial was not as well-known as Taiji Fist, the real big shots in the martial arts field might know about this heaven-defying martial art. I had been worried that something would happen, and then it would be hard to hide.